"I heard it from Sicarius," Fikris said. "He said that Calgar brought a gift for the Primarch, and the Primarch was very happy about it."
"Is that so?" Reddy was a little confused.
In her impression, Guilliman is a king full of leadership charm and mystery.
How could something like birthday, which only ordinary mortals care about, happen to the Primarch
But Redi changed his mind and recalled that the Primarch was born ten thousand years ago.
At that time, the Emperor and many demigod-like Primarchs were still active in the galaxy.
Celebrating birthdays doesn’t seem so strange anymore.
Maybe the Emperor even celebrates the birthdays of the Primarchs.
People always like to look at things from their own perspective, completely forgetting that the original body also has emotions.
Simply regarding them as gods might be a mistake in isolating the Primarchs from the human world.
In this cold and cruel universe, humanity and emotions are the most beautiful things that humans have.
It is also what Lord Guilliman has always advocated protecting.
If he didn't have these things, how could he promote them
Perhaps His Excellency also wants to use this kind of thing to prove to the world that he is not a high and mighty god, but a Primarch with his own emotions.
This greatly brings him closer to ordinary people.
Reddy suddenly realized that the Primarch was truly wise.
"Perhaps we should prepare a celebration for him, but I am not good at this kind of work." Fikris looked at Redi, "I have been trained to be a warrior since I was a child. Emotions are considered taboo because they will make us weak. For this reason, I come to seek your help, Redi. You are the economist of the Primarch and an ordinary person who enjoys a normal life. You must understand these things better than us."
"If that's the case, then I'm willing to serve you, Lord Ficklis." Reddy bowed slightly with a smile on his face.
"Then I'll leave this matter to you, Reddy. I'll sign an action document for you, giving you the authority to mobilize some things." Fikris also said with a smile.
"I will never let you down, Lord Fikris." Reddy looked up at Fikris, who was much taller than him, with a firm tone.
"That's it for now. Send me the relevant application documents and I will make it easier for you."
As a high-ranking member of the Ultramarines, one of the War Lords of Ultramar, and the captain of the Primarch's guards, Fikris's power is unimaginable to ordinary people.
After a brief chat, Fikris walked away. He had his own responsibilities and could not stay too long.
"What did Lord Fikris say to you?" A famous sculptor looked at Fikris's departing back, walked to Reddy's side, and asked with envy.
Few are able to converse with a Primaris Space Marine of the Warlord's level.
They reject official recorders, even those with the Primarch's permission.
Now Reddy can talk to the captain of the Primarch's guards, making others envious.
"He asked me to help him prepare a surprise." Reddy looked at the sculptor and said, "If you are willing, maybe you can join my team."
"What surprise? Can I have it?" The sculptor was a little flattered.
"Just a gift." Reddy smiled.
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Macragge's Glory.
Strategy room.
Guilliman was still busy with his work, and the encirclement and suppression of the Orc warlord Arsonist was slowly tightening like a big net.
Killing this orc warlord and stabilizing the Charadon sector is the most important task at present.
In addition, Guilliman had to devote some of his attention to dealing with the many problems of the Empire.
Science is the best means for humans to understand the universe. Any attempt to beg the Chaos Gods for knowledge is stupid and low-level.
In order to consolidate its own rule, the Terra Senate and the Mechanicus have caused human science to be on the verge of death.
Guilliman does not deny the importance of the Elder Council and the Adeptus Mechanicus to the Imperium, and the contributions they make.
But the right and wrong of some things are far from that simple.
We cannot elevate a team to a lofty position just because it has contributed to humanity, while ignoring its shortcomings and harms.
Guilliman and Cawl had discussed that perhaps one day, they would stand against the Mechanicus and the Senate of Terra because of reforms, which would most likely lead to a new human civil war.
Looking at another report about the reform team being expelled by local nobles, as well as questioning letters from self-proclaimed loyalists in other star fields.
Guilliman signed the operational order for military suppression.
Regardless of whether those people are loyal to the empire or not, if they are in the way, they should be purged.
Otherwise, mankind will never have a future.
"You can only be reborn through the fire."
As Guilliman spoke, he clicked on the holographic screen and sent the operational order document to the communications director to distribute it.
With this order, who knows how many more nobles will die tragically and be assigned to the punitive camp.
Among those people there will surely be those who will fight to the death for the Imperium of Man, the Emperor.
Loyalty is good, but unfortunately, they stand in the way.
While Guilliman was busy integrating the Charadon sector and promoting his own reform cause.
There are also undercurrents on Pharos, where the alien lighthouse is placed.
The colonization level of Pharos is not high, and it can be considered a semi-agricultural world.
The largest city was built on a plateau overlooking the ocean.
Below the highlands, the endless blue ocean stretches into the distance until it merges with the sky.
The ocean is well managed and fully utilized.
Marine aquaculture facilities are scattered all over the place, providing humans with a large amount of aquatic products.
Every year, Pharos provides a large amount of marine aquatic products to nearby galaxies in exchange for supplies from other planets.
Like many worlds in Ultramar, the people here enjoy a more affluent life and a beautiful natural environment than other star regions in the empire.
The planetary governor, Valen, was also highly praised. He ruled for 250 years and his people lived in prosperity and happiness.
With such achievements, Guilliman carried out a wave of institutional reforms.
He was not screened out and continued to serve as the planetary governor.
But Valen has also encountered problems recently.
My body's functions were declining rapidly and my brain was not as sharp as before.
This is a dangerous signal.
How can a person with a dull mind serve as the governor of a planet
Varen asked the priests of the Mechanicus and his own doctor.
The priests and doctors told him very clearly.
Wallen is no longer a candidate for life-extending surgery.
His soul was overwhelmed and his body was on the verge of collapse, unable to withstand the stimulation of another operation.
This made Valen very sad.
He could no longer serve the Imperium and the Primarch.
Until the arrival of a businessman brought a turning point.
The luxurious Governor's Palace.
The fat, elderly Valen listened to the advice the merchant gave him.
"The empire's technology can no longer sustain its life, so why not try something else?" The businessman in fancy clothes said, holding a book without a cover.
"Are you talking about the alien technology?" Valen frowned.
"No, the aliens are dirty. I got a kind of witchcraft from an ancient tribe. It can transfer the life span of young people to those respected elders, so as to help the elders of those tribes continue to lead the tribe."
"Witchcraft?" Varen felt a little disgusted, but for the Emperor, for the Primarch, and to continue to play his role, he suppressed his nausea and listened.
"Yes, with just a small sacrifice ceremony, you can regain your vitality and life. What's the problem?" said the merchant.
"Sacrificing others in exchange for one's own life is something only Chaos cultists would do," Valen rebuked.
"Swords are neither good nor bad, Governor. The key lies in the person who wields them. You are loyal to the Empire and have brought happiness and prosperity to your people. The Primarch has just revived, and he needs a Governor like you who is capable, loyal to the Human Empire, and loves his people to assist him. By using this little sorcery, you can continue to help the Primarch and continue to maintain a prosperous and stable life for the people. Isn't that good?"
The businessman said.